The Weakest Person In The World Novels & Stories

Selena hated to be viewed as weak, as this girl who always needed help. She was not. She was never weak. It was only because she was an omega that everyone saw her like that. Or maybe it was because almost everyone knew that her sister had always been sick, making her kind of depressed almost all of the time. But did being depressed make you weak? She did not think that, honestly. If that was one of the factors that could tell if someone was weak, then that would mean that she was the weakest person ever. Because you see, she was depressed by nature.

Egon's POV People say that the weakest thing in this world is a woman, but according to me, a woman is the most cunning and dangerous thing in the world. They only show themselves to be weak to live in peace. Men are stupid, always flag their false bravery. My whole life I have been surrounded by women who are cunning, mischievous, evil, fearless, greedy and brave. And the one who tops the list is my beautiful captive. She is an interesting person, and you will never feel bored around her. My enchanting little thing.

"I don’t know who that man is, but when we fought, I tried to use one of my Fae powers on him and he just—he copied it. Not only did he copy it, Daisy, he sent it right back at me like it was nothing. If I hadn’t weakened the attack before releasing it, if I had truly meant to kill him with it, I don’t think I would be standing here talking to you right now." Daisy let her hands fall into her lap. "Listen, you need to understand something very important about life," she said after a short pause. "There will always be people weaker than you and people stronger than you. But among all the strong people you meet, there is always one person who is stronger than everyone else. That’s how life wor

“Are you kidding me? No one has ever considered me a strong person, I am alway the weak and unfit one.” “They are blind to see the real you.”the man said with a smile,it's like he can see through me Who is this mysterious man?

We sat in silence as I continued crying. “This is ridiculous, what is the point of training when I know that I will never be as strong as you guys. You all are werewolves and I am just a human living in the werewolf world, I don’t have what it takes. I will never be as strong as any of you even the lowest omega with the smallest wolf can literally knock me out. I am just so useless” I lament, cleaning my tears.

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died! Then now let me die!"

He smiled and out his hands into his pocket, making me wonder what exactly was going on. “In life, there are the powerful, the powerless and the rest of the world," he said, like he was quoting philosopher. "The powerful have the wealth that paves the way for them while the powerless are the shit of the world. They are the penniless, the ones whose words do not matter in the great scheme of things. It has always been that way and forever will be. No matter how moral you think you are, you will trample on the powerless and worship the powerful. Look at Davis for example. He is a terrible person but all the rest of the world wants to do is suck him off.” I blinked twice, wondering where he was

"For not being good enough. For being the fat omega your parents are ashamed of. For causing so much trouble. For not being able to defend you like Vivian did. For everything." "Stop," Dante said firmly. "None of this is your fault. None of it." "But they're right," I said, tears streaming down my face. "I am weak. I couldn't even speak when they were insulting me. I just stood there crying like a child while another woman defended you." "You're not weak," Dante said, pulling back to cup my face. "You're the strongest person I know. But you were ambushed. Attacked by people who should have been supporting you. Anyone would have been overwhelmed."

I think I am just the most unlucky, wretched person in the entire world. A thick lump of raw humiliation and grief choked my throat. *What other regular people get so easily in life—peace, safety, friendship—I have to struggle incredibly hard just to glimpse it. I can't even protect the people I love. I should never allow anyone into my life ever again, because the moment I do, they will only end up getting severely hurt or killed.*

Never in a million years. I have always been weak. If I continue to stay weak I am going to lose everything all over again. I have to become strong to save myself and to protect my love. I know I have gone through a lot of pain but staying weak won't help me a bit. Balance, I think this describes the world the best. For every death there is a birth and for every pain there is happiness. This is so hard for me. Everything has always been hard for me right from birth. I wish I would have been taught as a kid that every time I fall in love I will be wounded.